Sa'ra Charismata - Gold Digga Lyrics
Intro:Shifa naniheh slochShifa naninehShifa nanineh slochShifa naninehVerse 1:Cold sweat in an ugly stranger's bedToxic kisses, bourbon in his breathChamps Elysees, private in the airAll these riches, money grubbing *****esChorus:(Hell no) I'd rather die die dieThan be a gold gold digga(Hell no) I'd rather die die dieThan be a gold gold diggaVerse 2:Funds low got no money in the bankRich power ***** movin' like a tankIndie swag, tote bag, haters for dinnerI'm a lady-like sinnerChorus:(Hell no) I'd rather die die dieThan be a gold gold digga(Hell no) I'd rather die die dieThan be a gold gold diggaBridge:Fake richFake *****Fake titsBorrowed DollarFake houseFake lipsMoney slave on a collarChorus:(Hell no) I'd rather die die dieThan be a gold gold digga(Hell no) I'd rather die die dieThan be a gold gold diggaShifa naniheh slochShifa naninehShifa nanineh slochShifa naninehCold sweat in an ugly strangers bed